But what have I done to be rounded on? Call yourself boss of the place?
Why, the Bartleys, and Bowleses, and Boltons and Byrnes simply laugh in your face!
What use to be landlord at all if you can't choose your tenants? Oh my!
That odious Bung—one more B!—has the laugh of me still! I could cry—
But I won't. I will kick! I'm not meek, like those other two poor little Bills;
Look, how limp and dejected they go, though against their poor dear little wills!
But I am not going to be put upon. I'll make it awkward all round.
You won't treat me so any more; you won't "chuck" me again, I'll be bound.
And what Compensation have I, for Disturbance? Eh! what's that you say?
"All right?"—"Reinstatement—next year?"—"Pass away, my dears, please, pass away?"—